[maitripatel]

When Dushyant Verma’s call came through, Raja Sahib was in the midst of dictating his new will to his lawyer—a document in which he was bequeathing his entire estate to Menaka.

 
"Hey, Yash! Just as you suggested, only Manish is currently on the trail. I haven't sent anyone else to assist him. This kind of work carries a great deal of risk. However, if you think it necessary, I can assign a few more people to the task."
 
"No, Dushyant, don't do that. Don't worry; I won't let Manish face any kind of danger. Just give me his number; I’ll speak with him directly and handle the further planning myself."
 
"Okay, Yash. Here is his number." Written by Maitri.
 
Kallan’s auto-rickshaw was halted at a traffic signal. Two vehicles behind him, Manish and Pooja were riding on a bike. "Pooja, take an auto from here and go home. I have no idea where this guy is headed. It could be dangerous up ahead."
 
"Manish, I'm terrified. I'm staying right here with you."
 
"Listen to me, Pooja—nothing is going to happen to me. You go home. I'll call you. Come on, look—that auto over there is empty... go."
 
"Manish..."
 
"Nothing will happen to me, darling; don't worry. Look, the light is about to turn green. Hurry up and catch that auto."
 
"Alright. I'll be waiting for your call." You are reading Maitri's creation.
 
Manish now continued chasing Kallan all by himself. When his mobile rang, he switched on his hands-free device. "Hello?"
 
"Hmm... this is Yashveer Singh speaking, Manish. Where are you right now?"
 
"Namaste, Sir. It looks like this guy is heading toward Chowk Bazaar. I'm chasing his auto on my bike."
 
"Alright, we'll meet you there," and the call disconnected.
A short while later, Manish was sitting with Raja Saheb in his Scorpio. The vehicle was parked in front of the 'Fiesta' Café—the very place Kallan had entered just moments before. A little later, a car pulled up, and Malika stepped out and walked into the café.
 
"Sir... that's her! That motherfucker..."
 
"Yes, Manish. Now it’s no longer just a suspicion, but an absolute certainty: this man is Jabbar's accomplice, and he had a hand in our son's death." Just then, the two of them emerged from the café, got into Malika's car, and drove off. Manish sprinted back to his bike, and once again, he and Raja Saheb resumed their pursuit of Kallan. Malika pulled the car to a halt in front of a cheap hotel and, along with Kallan, went inside.
 
Inside the hotel room, Malika and Kallan were kissing each other madly as they stripped off each other's clothes. "How I have pined for you, you cruel man!" Malika yanked down Kallan's pants in a single swift motion, then bent down and took his Lund (cock) deep into her mouth. Standing right there, Kallan grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth. As she sucked his Lund (cock), Malika wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and slid a finger into his asshole.

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